Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
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Chapters 1-4
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A/N: This is written for my beloved Books. To see the beautiful picture that inspired this fic, please go here: http://bookofnicodemus.livejournal.com/140943.html#cutid . This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf.
Glorfindel walked down the gangplank of the boat that had borne him from Valinor. He looked around the busy dock, and turned to wave goodbye to the crewmates of the ship. He walked purposefully down the dock with his travel bag slung over his shoulder, stopping to ask directions to the nearest market.
As he made his way through the bustling streets of the port, Glorfindel remembered the parting words that had been spoken between the Vala Namo and himself. The Vala had insisted that Glorfindel travel Middle-Earth for a time before he took up his post in Imladris. Glorfindel really had no plans to “reacquaint” himself with the world as Mandos had put it, and planned to get to Imladris as quickly as possible.
Several hours and one fruitless search through the market later, he was missing the one more thing he needed for the next step in his journey: a map. He had purchased a nice, reliable looking horse, some rations, and several weapons, but no-one seemed to be selling maps of middle-earth. The ones he did find were out-dated, hard to read, or in some other way seemed untrustworthy. He finally resorted in asking who he assumed was a traveling merchant which way he needed to head to reach his target, Imladris. He received a vague hand waving and a short, “That way,” for his efforts. Discouraged, Glorfindel set off in the general direction of “That Way,” and hoped for the best.
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Two days later, he was still traveling “That Way,” and had yet to encounter a village of any sort where he could have asked for directions or a map once again. He was running out of food and arrows, and he was getting slightly desperate.
On day three, he was just about to turn around and head back in the direction he had come when he stumbled across a source of information that had been quite unlooked for: a band of elves in a traveling show. The were camped in a clearing that he stumbled upon, and he breathed a sigh of relief seeing he now had a chance to ask for some food and, hopefully, some directions.
“Ho!” he called to the nearest elf he saw. A dark head whipped around to face the golden warrior on his large, white battle stallion. Glorfindel pulled his horse up and dismounted. “Would it be at all possible to purchase some food from your company? And, maybe, some directions also?” Glorfindel queried politely. He was in need of help, no matter how….untrustworthy the help may be.
“Um….we could probably get you some food. We don’t have much, but we could probably part with some for a price. For any directions, you’ll need to talk to the boss. He’s over by the main wagon,” the elf gestured with his head towards the far side of the clearing. “His name’s Bellfaer.”
“Hannon le,” Glorfindel bowed his thanks and, grasping the reigns to his horse, started across the small field to the largest wagon he could see. Immense, shaggy horses that made his battle-bred beast look like a large dog in comparison stood grazing in a haphazard circle of wagons, ignoring him as he walked past. Children ran around the encampment in the company of high spirited canines, women went about the business of washing clothing or cooking, and men busied themselves with fixing odds and ends on the elaborately carved wagons.
Glorfindel arrived at the wagon, but saw no-one around the near vicinity. He tied his horse to the side of the monstrous cart, giving the creature enough slack to graze. The warrior went to the rear of the cart and knocked on the back door, hoping to find someone inside to help him find this “Bellfaer.” There was heard a shuffling, bumping, and giggling from inside the cart, and then the door opened. Two young elves, probably not much past their majority, stood at the entrance, leaning on each other and whispering into each other’s pointed ears.
One was obviously a female, her burgeoning breasts visible under the loose, patterned shirt she wore that bared her midriff. She wore a many pleated skirt, and braids seemed to be woven willy-nilly into her brown hair. She, however, was not the one who captured Glorfindel’s attention.
The other young elf was most definitely an ellian. His strong, yet lithe torso gave way to a small, trim waist and sinuous, curvaceous hips. His face was a perfect mix of both masculine and feminine, and his braided, inky black hair was tied back under a red kerchief. Large, doe-like eyes of the darkest brown Glorfindel had ever seen gazed upon him with a mischievous and cunning air. He was the most beautiful, sexual being Glorfindel had ever seen.
The warrior cleared his throat as he brushed aside images that were surely inappropriate about one you just met. “I was wondering if you could help me find an elf named Bellfaer. I am in need of supplies and directions.”
Both young elves looked at each other and giggled, the elleth whispering something into the ellian’s ear. Glorfindel regarded the two wearily, not quite willing to trust the twittering that was going on between the two.
“Bellfaer is my father,” said the dark ellian. “He’ll be back in a bit. I’m Erestor, and this is my friend Glosgwaleth. Could I offer you something to drink while you wait?”
“If you would be so kind,” Glorfindel accepted.
The dark one disappeared into the bowels of the cart to reappear a moment later with a small skin of liquid and three heavy ceramic mugs. The two gypsies exited the cart and seated themselves on the soft grasses of the clearing. Water was poured out of the skin into the glasses and these were passed around to each. Glorfindel savored the taste of fresh, clean water on his palate while keeping an eye on the still whispering duo.
“What’s your name?” questioned the girl.
“I am…” Glorfindel hesitated. Did he really want to announce to these people who he really was? Would it cause a ruckus? Or would they scorn him for making up such a far fetched story? He opted for the easiest road. “I am Naurferedir.”
“A very distinguished name,” commented Erestor as he sipped from his mug.
Glorfindel nodded in response, staring fixedly at the sumptuous lips closing over the rim of the mug. He shook his head slightly and by sheer force of will trained his eyes on the ground. The two friends looked at each other and giggled.
It was not much longer before the black-haired elf Glorfindel sought arrived at the wagon. Glorfindel bartered with what gold he had left for supplies, but he soon realized he had less currency than he had originally thought. Bellfaer looked thoughtful. “I’ll tell you what. You look like a nice, strong elf. If you are willing to stay and help out with the various chores, you can travel along with us and share our food and shelter. We don’t have a lot to offer, but it’s more than you have right now. We are headed in the general direction of the Last Homely House. We’ll take you as far as we can, then you can use your coin to purchase supplies from us before you depart. I guarantee my directions will be better than the last ones you received.” Glorfindel pondered his situation a moment. He really had no idea where he was going. He had nearly ran out of usable arrows for hunting, and his coin was apparently depleted, which hardly mattered as he could not find the nearest village if he had wanted to. He did not completely trust the traveling band, as their kind were known to be thieves at times, but as it was he had little to thieve. The band would have to stop at a town at some point to make some coin and purchase their own supplies. He could always depart from them at that time if he desired….and anyway, Namo *had* told him to travel for awhile….
“Alright. I’ll take you up on your offer.”
Bellfaer = Strong-spirited
Glosgwaleth = White blossom
Ruinfinnel = Fiery-haired
Naurferedir = Flame hunter
Title: Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/ and view my stories in an easy to read format at http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42
Beta: None
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warnings: Hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite pregnancy, AU, angst
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Disclaimer: Do not sue. All I got are college loans and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary:Glorfindel, newly returned to Middle Earth, catches a ride to Imladris with a band of gypsies. He meets a young ellian named Erestor.
A/N: This is written for my beloved Books. To see the beautiful picture that inspired this fic, please go here: http://bookofnicodemus.livejournal.com/140943.html#cutid . This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf.
Glorfindel glanced surreptitiously at the dark-haired beauty riding next to him. Erestor sat sideways on a gigantic beast of a horse. He did not hold the reins, nor did he in any way try to guide the horse’s actions. Then, of course, the old beast followed the cart in front of him with the blind faith of a well-traveled horse use to following the leader its entire life. Erestor used his time to instead study the newest addition to their troupe. Glorfindel looked resolutely forward unless he was sure Erestor was occupied elsewhere. Looking for too long at the young beauty caused his body to react in a most embarrassing way.
Erestor had spent most of the day so far asking Glorfindel every question he could think of. The Balrog-Slayer would barely finish one answer before he was pelted with another question, and he was beginning to run out of both answers and patience. The little sprite had more energy than should be legal, and his mind ran faster than Glorfindel could keep up. The fact that the long skirts he wore today kept riding up high on his thighs didn’t help Glorfindel’s mental condition any.
Around mid-afternoon Erestor seemed to have ran out of questions, and Glorfindel took the opportunity to ask a few of his own.
“How old are you?”
Erestor raised an eyebrow and fiddled with the needle and thread he was using to patch socks. Erestor was the only elf he knew that could darn socks and ride a horse at the same time. “Fifty-two last month.”
Glorfindel nearly fell off his horse. Fifty-two! He was but a babe compared to the reborn warrior. He resolutely decided to never think about the young elf in a sexual manner again. That was until Erestor shifted around on his horse and his skirts rose high enough to give him a glimpse of the curve of his ass. Erestor absent-mindedly pulled the cloth down impatiently and returned to his socks. Glorfindel swallowed audibly. The little imp wasn’t wearing any underclothes!
“What…” Glorfindel choked on his own drool for a second and cleared his throat. “What are you planning on doing with your life?”
Erestor smiled brightly and dropped the socks in his lap to turn once again to his blond companion. “I’m going to go to school!” he announced happily. “Nana and Ada have been saving since I was born, and we almost have enough to pay for tuition,” the young elf’s eyes turned dreamy. “I’m going to learn everything I can! Maybe I’ll be an accountant, or an architect, or a scribe, or a healer or-”
Glorfindel cut him off with a laugh. “There is much you can do, pen neth. You do not have to decide right away.”
Erestor smiled back. “My Nana says that I can do anything if I put my mind to it. She says she doesn’t want me to end up like her.”
“And how is she like that she does not want you to be it?”
“She doesn’t want me to end up dancing for money every night like she does.”
Glorfindel sobered at that remark. “She dances for money?”
“Ya. Every time we enter town, we have dancing when the sun goes down. The men all come around and watch, and they give her and the other dancers money.”
Glorfindel tried to imagine this sweet young thing dancing for money. It made him feel slightly ill to think of human men pawing at the beautiful elf, seeing the lovely, flawless skin covered with the dirty marks of their hands. “You should heed your mother’s advice, then. She sounds like a wise woman.”
Erestor nodded and took his sewing back up. As he did so, he looked back at Glorfindel. “She also told be to stay away from boys,” he said in a low voice as he looked through his thick fringe of lashes at the blond warrior.
Glorfindel swallowed again. “That would also be good advice.”
Erestor leaned forward until he was breathing in Glorfindel’s ear. “She never said anything about grown ellon though.” The darkling pulled back again and rearranged himself on the horse. The beast snorted and flicked an ear, otherwise ignoring him.
Glorfindel’s heart beat sped up and his breathing became harsh. He did not respond to the young elf beside him, and instead chose to watch the road ahead of him. He wouldn’t be asking any more questions today.
Title: Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves
Chapter: 3/?
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42
Beta: None
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Warnings: hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite pregnancy (eventually), AU, angst
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf.
Glorfindel sat picking at his meal. The food was highly unfamiliar, and it was a little spicy for his tastes. He spooned another bite of the meal into his mouth and swallowed quickly, hoping to avoid the burning of his mouth. They had been on the road for several week, stopping in between traveling at various towns to earn some money before moving to the next. According to Bellfaer, Imladris was two weeks away at the pace they traveled. Alone he could probably make it in five or six days. He knew the route now, but he chose to stay with the company for safety. Or so he told himself. His subconscious knew he stayed to be with Erestor just a little bit longer, to delay his departure by a few more days.
“You could ask for the milder version next time,” said an increasingly familiar voice as a body settled next to him. He took a large swig of water and turned to regard his companion. Erestor sat on the ground next to him, enjoying his meal to the fullest. “The cooks would not mind decreasing the amount of spice while you are with us.”
Glorfindel grumbled noncommittally and returned to his food. He felt slightly peeved that he was fighting a battle with nothing more exciting than spicy food. Erestor chuckled as Glorfindel ate his food diligently so as not to seem weak in front of him.
“Would you take a walk with me after dinner?”
Glorfindel nearly gagged on his food and took a moment to clear his throat. “Excuse me?” he questioned after he stopped coughing.
“Would you like to take a walk with me? I feel restless, but I also know better than to wander in the woods by myself after dark.” Glorfindel glanced to the sky and realized that dusk was upon them. It would be dark in a short time.
The golden warrior turned temporary gypsy regarded Erestor skeptically. Somehow he doubted the other elf only wanted to go for a walk.
“Please?” The doe-like eyes and the pleading tone captured Glorfindel’s attention. He found himself agreeing to go for a walk before he had a chance to analyze his situation. This little ellian would be the death of him.
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“Do you have any idea where we are going?”
“No,” Erestor responded happily as he explored the surrounding woods. The setting sun blazed the sky a brilliant orange, and soon the light of the moon would be the only guide through the forest. Glorfindel sighed.
“Oh look!” Erestor cried as he bolted through the woods. Glorfindel cursed the high-energy elf as he headed in the same direction as fast as he could. He nearly ran into the smaller elf when he burst through a small hedge of bushes. “Look!” demanded Erestor as he walked around the rocky basin. There were several small, hot pools situated against the base of a large cliff. Erestor’s dark eyes sparkled in excitement. “Bathe with me?” he queried as he began stripping his clothing from his body. Glorfindel’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he watched the luscious being shedding more and more clothing.
“Sh-shouldn’t we g-go the o-others?” came his shaky reply as a now nude Erestor sunk into one of the pools.
Erestor’s eyes met his, and Glorfindel was lost again. “Can we please enjoy them alone for awhile? It has been so long since I’ve had a proper bath, and this feels wonderful. Just a short soak and we’ll go get the others. Please?” Glorfindel nodded in stupefied agreement. He stood at the edge of the pool simply watching until Erestor became impatient and asked him again to join him. Glorfindel, who could not resist the younger elf’s charm, quickly stripped and entered the steaming pool. The heat made him hiss in discomfort for a moment before his body acclimated.
He looked up through hooded eyes to watch as the dark haired elf frolicked in the water like some mischievous river otter. The little thing was surely the most beautiful creature the warrior had ever seen. His spirit was just as beautiful as his exterior, and Glorfindel wished for the first time that he were several centuries younger. He had never felt the need to be young again, but as he watched Erestor take such delight with something as simple as warm water, Glorfindel wished he did not have the immense weight of millennia upon his battle scarred shoulders. He would do nothing but dim this ethereal light before him should he bind himself to it. He mind knew that he should stay as far away from this tempting vixen as possible, but his body demanded satisfaction in the most carnal of ways.
Erestor stopped his antics to look at Glorfindel for a moment. He frowned at the look on the warrior’s face. “What’s wrong? Do you not enjoy the water?”
“My mood has nothing to do with water,” he replied huskily.
Erestor’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink at the tone of Glorfindel’s words. “Then what does bring such a mood upon you, Naurferedir? Is it something I have done?” he came closer to Glorfindel, until he was in touching distance. “I would feel terrible if I had offended you somehow. Is there anything I can do to redeem myself?” the last sentence came out as nothing more than a throaty whisper.
Glorfindel surged forward in the water and crushed the smaller elf against his chest. Erestor gasped in surprise and looked up into eyes of the darkest blue he had ever seen. His breathing came fast and hard, and his body shuddered at the first ever feel of naked flesh against his own. Glorfindel lowered his head until his lips hovered just above Erestor’s. The dark haired elf let out a small moan at the sight of Glorfindel above him. “Do you wish to play with fire, pen neth? For you are dangerously close to the flames.”
“My body already burns. The touch of the flames only fans my passion.”
Glorfindel growled and took the sumptuous lips in a fierce kiss. Erestor moaned continually as his mouth was ravaged for the first time. When they parted, Glorfindel looked down into eyes turned black with lust. “Naur,” he moaned, “I-I need…”
“You do not know what you ask, dark one.” He tried to disentangle himself from Erestor, but Erestor cried out in protest.
“Please. Oh Valar please. I need something…anything. Naur, please! My body asks for something that I alone cannot give it. You stir feelings within me I never knew existed.” He pressed his wet body closer to Glorfindel’s in the water, searching for a hold on the slippery flesh to keep the taller elf crushed to him. “I was told that these feelings only surface when one has met their life-mate,” his eyes begged Glorfindel to understand, to help. “Is this true? Are you to be my mate for all time? Or am I somehow misinformed?” His body shuddered against Glorfindel’s, his need glaringly obvious to the warrior.
The warrior groaned again and took those sweet lips in another deep kiss. He leaned his forehead against Erestor’s as he stroked his hands up and down the lithely muscled back. “You are not misinformed,” he whispered. “I don’t want to bind myself to you. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone young and virile-”
“I deserve to be with the elf I fell in love with!” Erestor declared.
“We can’t do this here…”
Erestor pressed himself as close as possible and whispered directly into Glorfindel’s mouth. “Why not? There is something so wild and untamed about this place. It stirs my soul to be surrounded by the beauty of nature. I can think of no better place.”
Glorfindel lifted Erestor from the steaming water and lay him upon the rocks. As his body covered the ellian’s, his heart knew both peace and terror.
TBC…(much smuttage in next chapter)
Title: Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 and http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: None
Chapter: 4/?
Rating: NC-17 (smut ahoy!)
Warnings: hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite pregnancy (eventually), AU, angst, slashy goodness
Summary: Glorfindel, newly returned to Middle Earth, catches a ride to Imladris with a band of gypsies. He meets a young ellian named Erestor.
A/N: This story contains the idea of an ellian, a hermaphrodite elf.
Glorfindel couldn’t get enough of the squirming elf beneath him. Every sigh and every moan drove him farther and farther from sanity. Erestor, for his part, had no idea what to do with himself. His untried body experienced every touch with the zeal he had for everything else in his life. The dark elf cried out with no restraint, his movements were unchecked, and his words drove Glorfindel to greater heights.
“Naur, my Naur,” Erestor whispered huskily as he brought Glorfindel’s head up to capture his mouth in a sensuous kiss. When he pulled back, he looked directly into Glorfindel’s eyes. “Will you love me and keep me forever, Naurferedir? Will you be the first and only to know my body in passion? Will you take my virginity this night and make me forever yours?”
“You know nothing about me.”
“I can see your soul, and I know it for what it is: pure and loving. That is what counts. Not where you have been in your life or what you have done. All that matters is your love for me, and my love for you.”
Glorfindel pulled the naked and flushed body as close as he possibly could. “You are a treasure of the Valar, and I will love and cherish you for all eternity.” Erestor moaned brokenly at the whispered words of love. His legs parted willingly for his soon-to-be lover, and Glorfindel nestled his hips between Erestor’s thighs.
The young ellian was everything Glorfindel thought he would never have. The sloe-eyed siren sung his song of whimpers and caterwauls while Glorfindel traveled and tasted his body. The skin beneath his palms was at once soft and rough. This skin of Erestor’s hands was rough from years of hard labor, as was the skin of his feet and knees. His abdomen and thighs had skin that reminded him of the most buttery leather he had ever owned as a Lord in Gondolin. That delectable skin was tanned a deep bronze, as the young gypsy spent nearly all day outside. His hair was still damp from the pool, but he could tell that when it dried it would flow through his hands like midnight darkened water. The slender chest was adorned with two wide, dark nipples. Glorfindel took one into his mouth and suckled at a fiendish pace. Erestor wailed and pressed his chest to Glorfindel’s face all the more. Glorfindel laved and suckled both perky nipples until they were swollen and peaked. Then, he moved on to the juncture of the darkling’s thighs where there lay a slender cock, rosy and pulsing with arousal. Glorfindel couldn’t help but take the column into his mouth to suckle and tease. When he felt the younger elf tense and the flesh in his mouth swell, he released the organ and watched as creamy essence escaped and pooled on Erestor’s belly.
“Naur,” Glorfindel looked up at the sound of a pleading voice. “Please hold me.” The warrior moved upward and took the petite elf in his arms to hold him as the tremors of orgasm left his body. Erestor buried his head at the crook of Glorfindel’s shoulder and inhaled the fresh scent of his golden hair.
As Erestor started to calm, Glorfindel swirled his fingers in the ejaculate that was thickening on Erestor’s stomach. Erestor shivered at the touch to his sensitive skin. The warrior coated his fingers in the liquid and trailed his hand between Erestor’s legs. The dark elf parted his shaky legs, allow Glorfindel access to his entrance. The golden elf circled the virginal opening with its thick guardian membrane that proved to Glorfindel that the ellian truly was a virgin, if he would have ever doubted it. He wetted the opening with Erestor’s own seed, but he quickly realized that the darkling was wet enough without extra lubrication.
“Are you ready for this? Once this is done there is no going back.” Glorfindel gave Erestor one last out before their union was sealed.
Erestor nodded and smiled nervously at his new lover.
“I want to pierce you with my finger first. I think it will hurt less if I use something small in the beginning.”
“Alright. Hold me tight.”
Glorfindel held the Erestor as tight as he could with his hand still between his legs, and he slowly inched inside until the barrier was stretched as far as it would go without breaking. “I love you,” he whispered as he pushed his finger that small fraction farther and felt the membrane rip. Erestor tensed and unconsciously closed his thighs against the intrusion.
“It hurts,” he choked out, tears running down his face.
“I’m so sorry sweetling. I’ll make it better. I promise I’ll make it better.” Erestor’s breath was ragged with pain, but he nodded and parted his legs once again. Glorfindel pushed his finger the rest of the way inside and felt the barrier rupture further. Erestor made a sound of pain and pulled Glorfindel closer. Glorfindel continued the thrust his finger in and out and he added another until he felt the membrane had been completely broken. He then removed his hand and grimaced at the sight of blood staining his fingers. He moved until he was positioned between Erestor’s legs and he looked directly into the ellian’s eyes as his cock was situated at his opening. “Your blood is my blood,” he said with conviction as he licked some of the blood from his fingers. Erestor whimpered and let the tears fall more freely from his eyes.
“Your heart is my heart,” Erestor replied as Glorfindel slipped his hardened flesh inside of him.
“Your soul is my soul,” finished Glorfindel as he began to thrust so very, very slowly and shallowly inside of the dark elf underneath him. Erestor held on to Glorfindel for dear life as not the physical, but the spiritual feeling of being connected in such a manner overwhelmed him. He counter-thrust out of instinct and soon he was once again hard and leaking as Glorfindel continued the delicate and shallow thrusts in and out of the tight heat he now found himself sheathed in. The tunnel became more and more wet as Erestor’s arousal grew.
“Ai, Gods!” Erestor’s head was thrown back as Glorfindel took him to places he never even imagined existed. Glorfindel took Erestor’s hardened member into his hand and pulled on it in time to his thrusts. “Ai, ai, ai…” the dark elf screamed as he felt strong contractions start in his vagina and continue through his body and out his cock as he erupted. He felt the hot splash of Glorfindel’s seed within him, and heard the large elf’s roar as he arched his back.
Glorfindel lay boneless on top of Erestor, and Erestor lay senseless underneath him. Glorfindel groaned in protest as he limp member slipped from its warm haven, and he thrust his hips forward to try recapturing that wonder feeling. Erestor sighed in disappointment and opened his eyes to look deeply into Glorfindel’s midnight orbs.
“I love you, my hunter.” Erestor lifted his head up for a kiss and he received one. The sweetest kiss yet.
“And I love you, my gypsy.”
TBC...
A/N: This is written for my beloved Books. To see the beautiful picture that inspired this fic, please go here: http://bookofnicodemus.livejournal.com/140943.html#cutid . This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf.
Glorfindel walked down the gangplank of the boat that had borne him from Valinor. He looked around the busy dock, and turned to wave goodbye to the crewmates of the ship. He walked purposefully down the dock with his travel bag slung over his shoulder, stopping to ask directions to the nearest market.
As he made his way through the bustling streets of the port, Glorfindel remembered the parting words that had been spoken between the Vala Namo and himself. The Vala had insisted that Glorfindel travel Middle-Earth for a time before he took up his post in Imladris. Glorfindel really had no plans to “reacquaint” himself with the world as Mandos had put it, and planned to get to Imladris as quickly as possible.
Several hours and one fruitless search through the market later, he was missing the one more thing he needed for the next step in his journey: a map. He had purchased a nice, reliable looking horse, some rations, and several weapons, but no-one seemed to be selling maps of middle-earth. The ones he did find were out-dated, hard to read, or in some other way seemed untrustworthy. He finally resorted in asking who he assumed was a traveling merchant which way he needed to head to reach his target, Imladris. He received a vague hand waving and a short, “That way,” for his efforts. Discouraged, Glorfindel set off in the general direction of “That Way,” and hoped for the best.
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Two days later, he was still traveling “That Way,” and had yet to encounter a village of any sort where he could have asked for directions or a map once again. He was running out of food and arrows, and he was getting slightly desperate.
On day three, he was just about to turn around and head back in the direction he had come when he stumbled across a source of information that had been quite unlooked for: a band of elves in a traveling show. The were camped in a clearing that he stumbled upon, and he breathed a sigh of relief seeing he now had a chance to ask for some food and, hopefully, some directions.
“Ho!” he called to the nearest elf he saw. A dark head whipped around to face the golden warrior on his large, white battle stallion. Glorfindel pulled his horse up and dismounted. “Would it be at all possible to purchase some food from your company? And, maybe, some directions also?” Glorfindel queried politely. He was in need of help, no matter how….untrustworthy the help may be.
“Um….we could probably get you some food. We don’t have much, but we could probably part with some for a price. For any directions, you’ll need to talk to the boss. He’s over by the main wagon,” the elf gestured with his head towards the far side of the clearing. “His name’s Bellfaer.”
“Hannon le,” Glorfindel bowed his thanks and, grasping the reigns to his horse, started across the small field to the largest wagon he could see. Immense, shaggy horses that made his battle-bred beast look like a large dog in comparison stood grazing in a haphazard circle of wagons, ignoring him as he walked past. Children ran around the encampment in the company of high spirited canines, women went about the business of washing clothing or cooking, and men busied themselves with fixing odds and ends on the elaborately carved wagons.
Glorfindel arrived at the wagon, but saw no-one around the near vicinity. He tied his horse to the side of the monstrous cart, giving the creature enough slack to graze. The warrior went to the rear of the cart and knocked on the back door, hoping to find someone inside to help him find this “Bellfaer.” There was heard a shuffling, bumping, and giggling from inside the cart, and then the door opened. Two young elves, probably not much past their majority, stood at the entrance, leaning on each other and whispering into each other’s pointed ears.
One was obviously a female, her burgeoning breasts visible under the loose, patterned shirt she wore that bared her midriff. She wore a many pleated skirt, and braids seemed to be woven willy-nilly into her brown hair. She, however, was not the one who captured Glorfindel’s attention.
The other young elf was most definitely an ellian. His strong, yet lithe torso gave way to a small, trim waist and sinuous, curvaceous hips. His face was a perfect mix of both masculine and feminine, and his braided, inky black hair was tied back under a red kerchief. Large, doe-like eyes of the darkest brown Glorfindel had ever seen gazed upon him with a mischievous and cunning air. He was the most beautiful, sexual being Glorfindel had ever seen.
The warrior cleared his throat as he brushed aside images that were surely inappropriate about one you just met. “I was wondering if you could help me find an elf named Bellfaer. I am in need of supplies and directions.”
Both young elves looked at each other and giggled, the elleth whispering something into the ellian’s ear. Glorfindel regarded the two wearily, not quite willing to trust the twittering that was going on between the two.
“Bellfaer is my father,” said the dark ellian. “He’ll be back in a bit. I’m Erestor, and this is my friend Glosgwaleth. Could I offer you something to drink while you wait?”
“If you would be so kind,” Glorfindel accepted.
The dark one disappeared into the bowels of the cart to reappear a moment later with a small skin of liquid and three heavy ceramic mugs. The two gypsies exited the cart and seated themselves on the soft grasses of the clearing. Water was poured out of the skin into the glasses and these were passed around to each. Glorfindel savored the taste of fresh, clean water on his palate while keeping an eye on the still whispering duo.
“What’s your name?” questioned the girl.
“I am…” Glorfindel hesitated. Did he really want to announce to these people who he really was? Would it cause a ruckus? Or would they scorn him for making up such a far fetched story? He opted for the easiest road. “I am Naurferedir.”
“A very distinguished name,” commented Erestor as he sipped from his mug.
Glorfindel nodded in response, staring fixedly at the sumptuous lips closing over the rim of the mug. He shook his head slightly and by sheer force of will trained his eyes on the ground. The two friends looked at each other and giggled.
It was not much longer before the black-haired elf Glorfindel sought arrived at the wagon. Glorfindel bartered with what gold he had left for supplies, but he soon realized he had less currency than he had originally thought. Bellfaer looked thoughtful. “I’ll tell you what. You look like a nice, strong elf. If you are willing to stay and help out with the various chores, you can travel along with us and share our food and shelter. We don’t have a lot to offer, but it’s more than you have right now. We are headed in the general direction of the Last Homely House. We’ll take you as far as we can, then you can use your coin to purchase supplies from us before you depart. I guarantee my directions will be better than the last ones you received.” Glorfindel pondered his situation a moment. He really had no idea where he was going. He had nearly ran out of usable arrows for hunting, and his coin was apparently depleted, which hardly mattered as he could not find the nearest village if he had wanted to. He did not completely trust the traveling band, as their kind were known to be thieves at times, but as it was he had little to thieve. The band would have to stop at a town at some point to make some coin and purchase their own supplies. He could always depart from them at that time if he desired….and anyway, Namo *had* told him to travel for awhile….
“Alright. I’ll take you up on your offer.”
Bellfaer = Strong-spirited
Glosgwaleth = White blossom
Ruinfinnel = Fiery-haired
Naurferedir = Flame hunter
Title: Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/ and view my stories in an easy to read format at http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42
Beta: None
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warnings: Hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite pregnancy, AU, angst
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Disclaimer: Do not sue. All I got are college loans and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary:Glorfindel, newly returned to Middle Earth, catches a ride to Imladris with a band of gypsies. He meets a young ellian named Erestor.
A/N: This is written for my beloved Books. To see the beautiful picture that inspired this fic, please go here: http://bookofnicodemus.livejournal.com/140943.html#cutid . This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf.
Glorfindel glanced surreptitiously at the dark-haired beauty riding next to him. Erestor sat sideways on a gigantic beast of a horse. He did not hold the reins, nor did he in any way try to guide the horse’s actions. Then, of course, the old beast followed the cart in front of him with the blind faith of a well-traveled horse use to following the leader its entire life. Erestor used his time to instead study the newest addition to their troupe. Glorfindel looked resolutely forward unless he was sure Erestor was occupied elsewhere. Looking for too long at the young beauty caused his body to react in a most embarrassing way.
Erestor had spent most of the day so far asking Glorfindel every question he could think of. The Balrog-Slayer would barely finish one answer before he was pelted with another question, and he was beginning to run out of both answers and patience. The little sprite had more energy than should be legal, and his mind ran faster than Glorfindel could keep up. The fact that the long skirts he wore today kept riding up high on his thighs didn’t help Glorfindel’s mental condition any.
Around mid-afternoon Erestor seemed to have ran out of questions, and Glorfindel took the opportunity to ask a few of his own.
“How old are you?”
Erestor raised an eyebrow and fiddled with the needle and thread he was using to patch socks. Erestor was the only elf he knew that could darn socks and ride a horse at the same time. “Fifty-two last month.”
Glorfindel nearly fell off his horse. Fifty-two! He was but a babe compared to the reborn warrior. He resolutely decided to never think about the young elf in a sexual manner again. That was until Erestor shifted around on his horse and his skirts rose high enough to give him a glimpse of the curve of his ass. Erestor absent-mindedly pulled the cloth down impatiently and returned to his socks. Glorfindel swallowed audibly. The little imp wasn’t wearing any underclothes!
“What…” Glorfindel choked on his own drool for a second and cleared his throat. “What are you planning on doing with your life?”
Erestor smiled brightly and dropped the socks in his lap to turn once again to his blond companion. “I’m going to go to school!” he announced happily. “Nana and Ada have been saving since I was born, and we almost have enough to pay for tuition,” the young elf’s eyes turned dreamy. “I’m going to learn everything I can! Maybe I’ll be an accountant, or an architect, or a scribe, or a healer or-”
Glorfindel cut him off with a laugh. “There is much you can do, pen neth. You do not have to decide right away.”
Erestor smiled back. “My Nana says that I can do anything if I put my mind to it. She says she doesn’t want me to end up like her.”
“And how is she like that she does not want you to be it?”
“She doesn’t want me to end up dancing for money every night like she does.”
Glorfindel sobered at that remark. “She dances for money?”
“Ya. Every time we enter town, we have dancing when the sun goes down. The men all come around and watch, and they give her and the other dancers money.”
Glorfindel tried to imagine this sweet young thing dancing for money. It made him feel slightly ill to think of human men pawing at the beautiful elf, seeing the lovely, flawless skin covered with the dirty marks of their hands. “You should heed your mother’s advice, then. She sounds like a wise woman.”
Erestor nodded and took his sewing back up. As he did so, he looked back at Glorfindel. “She also told be to stay away from boys,” he said in a low voice as he looked through his thick fringe of lashes at the blond warrior.
Glorfindel swallowed again. “That would also be good advice.”
Erestor leaned forward until he was breathing in Glorfindel’s ear. “She never said anything about grown ellon though.” The darkling pulled back again and rearranged himself on the horse. The beast snorted and flicked an ear, otherwise ignoring him.
Glorfindel’s heart beat sped up and his breathing became harsh. He did not respond to the young elf beside him, and instead chose to watch the road ahead of him. He wouldn’t be asking any more questions today.
Title: Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves
Chapter: 3/?
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42
Beta: None
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Warnings: hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite pregnancy (eventually), AU, angst
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf.
Glorfindel sat picking at his meal. The food was highly unfamiliar, and it was a little spicy for his tastes. He spooned another bite of the meal into his mouth and swallowed quickly, hoping to avoid the burning of his mouth. They had been on the road for several week, stopping in between traveling at various towns to earn some money before moving to the next. According to Bellfaer, Imladris was two weeks away at the pace they traveled. Alone he could probably make it in five or six days. He knew the route now, but he chose to stay with the company for safety. Or so he told himself. His subconscious knew he stayed to be with Erestor just a little bit longer, to delay his departure by a few more days.
“You could ask for the milder version next time,” said an increasingly familiar voice as a body settled next to him. He took a large swig of water and turned to regard his companion. Erestor sat on the ground next to him, enjoying his meal to the fullest. “The cooks would not mind decreasing the amount of spice while you are with us.”
Glorfindel grumbled noncommittally and returned to his food. He felt slightly peeved that he was fighting a battle with nothing more exciting than spicy food. Erestor chuckled as Glorfindel ate his food diligently so as not to seem weak in front of him.
“Would you take a walk with me after dinner?”
Glorfindel nearly gagged on his food and took a moment to clear his throat. “Excuse me?” he questioned after he stopped coughing.
“Would you like to take a walk with me? I feel restless, but I also know better than to wander in the woods by myself after dark.” Glorfindel glanced to the sky and realized that dusk was upon them. It would be dark in a short time.
The golden warrior turned temporary gypsy regarded Erestor skeptically. Somehow he doubted the other elf only wanted to go for a walk.
“Please?” The doe-like eyes and the pleading tone captured Glorfindel’s attention. He found himself agreeing to go for a walk before he had a chance to analyze his situation. This little ellian would be the death of him.
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“Do you have any idea where we are going?”
“No,” Erestor responded happily as he explored the surrounding woods. The setting sun blazed the sky a brilliant orange, and soon the light of the moon would be the only guide through the forest. Glorfindel sighed.
“Oh look!” Erestor cried as he bolted through the woods. Glorfindel cursed the high-energy elf as he headed in the same direction as fast as he could. He nearly ran into the smaller elf when he burst through a small hedge of bushes. “Look!” demanded Erestor as he walked around the rocky basin. There were several small, hot pools situated against the base of a large cliff. Erestor’s dark eyes sparkled in excitement. “Bathe with me?” he queried as he began stripping his clothing from his body. Glorfindel’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he watched the luscious being shedding more and more clothing.
“Sh-shouldn’t we g-go the o-others?” came his shaky reply as a now nude Erestor sunk into one of the pools.
Erestor’s eyes met his, and Glorfindel was lost again. “Can we please enjoy them alone for awhile? It has been so long since I’ve had a proper bath, and this feels wonderful. Just a short soak and we’ll go get the others. Please?” Glorfindel nodded in stupefied agreement. He stood at the edge of the pool simply watching until Erestor became impatient and asked him again to join him. Glorfindel, who could not resist the younger elf’s charm, quickly stripped and entered the steaming pool. The heat made him hiss in discomfort for a moment before his body acclimated.
He looked up through hooded eyes to watch as the dark haired elf frolicked in the water like some mischievous river otter. The little thing was surely the most beautiful creature the warrior had ever seen. His spirit was just as beautiful as his exterior, and Glorfindel wished for the first time that he were several centuries younger. He had never felt the need to be young again, but as he watched Erestor take such delight with something as simple as warm water, Glorfindel wished he did not have the immense weight of millennia upon his battle scarred shoulders. He would do nothing but dim this ethereal light before him should he bind himself to it. He mind knew that he should stay as far away from this tempting vixen as possible, but his body demanded satisfaction in the most carnal of ways.
Erestor stopped his antics to look at Glorfindel for a moment. He frowned at the look on the warrior’s face. “What’s wrong? Do you not enjoy the water?”
“My mood has nothing to do with water,” he replied huskily.
Erestor’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink at the tone of Glorfindel’s words. “Then what does bring such a mood upon you, Naurferedir? Is it something I have done?” he came closer to Glorfindel, until he was in touching distance. “I would feel terrible if I had offended you somehow. Is there anything I can do to redeem myself?” the last sentence came out as nothing more than a throaty whisper.
Glorfindel surged forward in the water and crushed the smaller elf against his chest. Erestor gasped in surprise and looked up into eyes of the darkest blue he had ever seen. His breathing came fast and hard, and his body shuddered at the first ever feel of naked flesh against his own. Glorfindel lowered his head until his lips hovered just above Erestor’s. The dark haired elf let out a small moan at the sight of Glorfindel above him. “Do you wish to play with fire, pen neth? For you are dangerously close to the flames.”
“My body already burns. The touch of the flames only fans my passion.”
Glorfindel growled and took the sumptuous lips in a fierce kiss. Erestor moaned continually as his mouth was ravaged for the first time. When they parted, Glorfindel looked down into eyes turned black with lust. “Naur,” he moaned, “I-I need…”
“You do not know what you ask, dark one.” He tried to disentangle himself from Erestor, but Erestor cried out in protest.
“Please. Oh Valar please. I need something…anything. Naur, please! My body asks for something that I alone cannot give it. You stir feelings within me I never knew existed.” He pressed his wet body closer to Glorfindel’s in the water, searching for a hold on the slippery flesh to keep the taller elf crushed to him. “I was told that these feelings only surface when one has met their life-mate,” his eyes begged Glorfindel to understand, to help. “Is this true? Are you to be my mate for all time? Or am I somehow misinformed?” His body shuddered against Glorfindel’s, his need glaringly obvious to the warrior.
The warrior groaned again and took those sweet lips in another deep kiss. He leaned his forehead against Erestor’s as he stroked his hands up and down the lithely muscled back. “You are not misinformed,” he whispered. “I don’t want to bind myself to you. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone young and virile-”
“I deserve to be with the elf I fell in love with!” Erestor declared.
“We can’t do this here…”
Erestor pressed himself as close as possible and whispered directly into Glorfindel’s mouth. “Why not? There is something so wild and untamed about this place. It stirs my soul to be surrounded by the beauty of nature. I can think of no better place.”
Glorfindel lifted Erestor from the steaming water and lay him upon the rocks. As his body covered the ellian’s, his heart knew both peace and terror.
TBC…(much smuttage in next chapter)
Title: Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 and http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: None
Chapter: 4/?
Rating: NC-17 (smut ahoy!)
Warnings: hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite pregnancy (eventually), AU, angst, slashy goodness
Summary: Glorfindel, newly returned to Middle Earth, catches a ride to Imladris with a band of gypsies. He meets a young ellian named Erestor.
A/N: This story contains the idea of an ellian, a hermaphrodite elf.
Glorfindel couldn’t get enough of the squirming elf beneath him. Every sigh and every moan drove him farther and farther from sanity. Erestor, for his part, had no idea what to do with himself. His untried body experienced every touch with the zeal he had for everything else in his life. The dark elf cried out with no restraint, his movements were unchecked, and his words drove Glorfindel to greater heights.
“Naur, my Naur,” Erestor whispered huskily as he brought Glorfindel’s head up to capture his mouth in a sensuous kiss. When he pulled back, he looked directly into Glorfindel’s eyes. “Will you love me and keep me forever, Naurferedir? Will you be the first and only to know my body in passion? Will you take my virginity this night and make me forever yours?”
“You know nothing about me.”
“I can see your soul, and I know it for what it is: pure and loving. That is what counts. Not where you have been in your life or what you have done. All that matters is your love for me, and my love for you.”
Glorfindel pulled the naked and flushed body as close as he possibly could. “You are a treasure of the Valar, and I will love and cherish you for all eternity.” Erestor moaned brokenly at the whispered words of love. His legs parted willingly for his soon-to-be lover, and Glorfindel nestled his hips between Erestor’s thighs.
The young ellian was everything Glorfindel thought he would never have. The sloe-eyed siren sung his song of whimpers and caterwauls while Glorfindel traveled and tasted his body. The skin beneath his palms was at once soft and rough. This skin of Erestor’s hands was rough from years of hard labor, as was the skin of his feet and knees. His abdomen and thighs had skin that reminded him of the most buttery leather he had ever owned as a Lord in Gondolin. That delectable skin was tanned a deep bronze, as the young gypsy spent nearly all day outside. His hair was still damp from the pool, but he could tell that when it dried it would flow through his hands like midnight darkened water. The slender chest was adorned with two wide, dark nipples. Glorfindel took one into his mouth and suckled at a fiendish pace. Erestor wailed and pressed his chest to Glorfindel’s face all the more. Glorfindel laved and suckled both perky nipples until they were swollen and peaked. Then, he moved on to the juncture of the darkling’s thighs where there lay a slender cock, rosy and pulsing with arousal. Glorfindel couldn’t help but take the column into his mouth to suckle and tease. When he felt the younger elf tense and the flesh in his mouth swell, he released the organ and watched as creamy essence escaped and pooled on Erestor’s belly.
“Naur,” Glorfindel looked up at the sound of a pleading voice. “Please hold me.” The warrior moved upward and took the petite elf in his arms to hold him as the tremors of orgasm left his body. Erestor buried his head at the crook of Glorfindel’s shoulder and inhaled the fresh scent of his golden hair.
As Erestor started to calm, Glorfindel swirled his fingers in the ejaculate that was thickening on Erestor’s stomach. Erestor shivered at the touch to his sensitive skin. The warrior coated his fingers in the liquid and trailed his hand between Erestor’s legs. The dark elf parted his shaky legs, allow Glorfindel access to his entrance. The golden elf circled the virginal opening with its thick guardian membrane that proved to Glorfindel that the ellian truly was a virgin, if he would have ever doubted it. He wetted the opening with Erestor’s own seed, but he quickly realized that the darkling was wet enough without extra lubrication.
“Are you ready for this? Once this is done there is no going back.” Glorfindel gave Erestor one last out before their union was sealed.
Erestor nodded and smiled nervously at his new lover.
“I want to pierce you with my finger first. I think it will hurt less if I use something small in the beginning.”
“Alright. Hold me tight.”
Glorfindel held the Erestor as tight as he could with his hand still between his legs, and he slowly inched inside until the barrier was stretched as far as it would go without breaking. “I love you,” he whispered as he pushed his finger that small fraction farther and felt the membrane rip. Erestor tensed and unconsciously closed his thighs against the intrusion.
“It hurts,” he choked out, tears running down his face.
“I’m so sorry sweetling. I’ll make it better. I promise I’ll make it better.” Erestor’s breath was ragged with pain, but he nodded and parted his legs once again. Glorfindel pushed his finger the rest of the way inside and felt the barrier rupture further. Erestor made a sound of pain and pulled Glorfindel closer. Glorfindel continued the thrust his finger in and out and he added another until he felt the membrane had been completely broken. He then removed his hand and grimaced at the sight of blood staining his fingers. He moved until he was positioned between Erestor’s legs and he looked directly into the ellian’s eyes as his cock was situated at his opening. “Your blood is my blood,” he said with conviction as he licked some of the blood from his fingers. Erestor whimpered and let the tears fall more freely from his eyes.
“Your heart is my heart,” Erestor replied as Glorfindel slipped his hardened flesh inside of him.
“Your soul is my soul,” finished Glorfindel as he began to thrust so very, very slowly and shallowly inside of the dark elf underneath him. Erestor held on to Glorfindel for dear life as not the physical, but the spiritual feeling of being connected in such a manner overwhelmed him. He counter-thrust out of instinct and soon he was once again hard and leaking as Glorfindel continued the delicate and shallow thrusts in and out of the tight heat he now found himself sheathed in. The tunnel became more and more wet as Erestor’s arousal grew.
“Ai, Gods!” Erestor’s head was thrown back as Glorfindel took him to places he never even imagined existed. Glorfindel took Erestor’s hardened member into his hand and pulled on it in time to his thrusts. “Ai, ai, ai…” the dark elf screamed as he felt strong contractions start in his vagina and continue through his body and out his cock as he erupted. He felt the hot splash of Glorfindel’s seed within him, and heard the large elf’s roar as he arched his back.
Glorfindel lay boneless on top of Erestor, and Erestor lay senseless underneath him. Glorfindel groaned in protest as he limp member slipped from its warm haven, and he thrust his hips forward to try recapturing that wonder feeling. Erestor sighed in disappointment and opened his eyes to look deeply into Glorfindel’s midnight orbs.
“I love you, my hunter.” Erestor lifted his head up for a kiss and he received one. The sweetest kiss yet.
“And I love you, my gypsy.”
TBC...